Grant shook his head. “We don’t use names. It’s all code.”
Nodding to Leo, Spencer stepped closer. In one swift motion, Leo’s two, massive hands gripped Grant’s forearm and pinned it in place. No matter how hard our prisoner tried, he couldn’t get out from under her grip.
Spencer kneeled down and slipped the sharp edge of the tweezers under Grant’s index finger nail. Clamping down on the top of the nail, Spencer looked up at him with disappointed eyes. “Last chance.”
Squirming, Grant couldn’t believe they’d really do it.
And to be fair, neither could I. This was looking more like a black ops mission than biker gang violence.
After a moment, Spencer drove her elbow back and ripped the nail from the bed.
A shriek rang out from Grant’s chest. Every fiber of his being devoted to expelling the pain that Spencer — my sweet, innocent Spencer — had inflicted.
Spencer sucked her teeth while she waited for Grant to stop bitching. There was a hardness in her dark eyes, something like anger brewing in her body. I hadn’t seen her like this, not ever.
Through his whimpers, Grant nodded. “We call the head guy Boy Prince. That’s all I know.”
Trying to pull Spencer from the darkness, I stepped forward and kept us moving. “Why are you doing this?Howcould you do this?”
It was the question I’d been asking myself all night. How anyone could do this to another human being, something deep in my bones needing to know the answer. An answer I think I’d been hunting for over a decade.
A sick laugh ripped through his chest, an attempt to quell the bone chilling pain he was feeling. It was clear from the smirk on his face that he didn’t mind answering this one.
Lifting his head, he met my eyes. “It’s easy money. These girls deserve it, they shouldn’t be drunk like that around us.”
It was the truth, at least how he saw it.
Despite the honest answer, Leo stood up and threw a full-bodied punch into his gut, hitting right below his ribcage. The anatomy chart from high school biology flashed in my mind. His solar plexus. Gall bladder, liver, kidney. Most of his vital organs would be vulnerable there.
Something I was certain Doctor Callahan would be aware of.
Spitting on him, Leo seethed. “Piece of shit.”
I felt my chest rising and falling, dramatically sucking in air as a surge of anger rushed through me. Watching Leo hit him wasn’t enough, I wanted to feel his ribs collapse under my foot.
Before I could move closer to him, Spencer took my place. Towering over Grant, whose chin had dropped to his chest as his head hung nearly limp, Spencer lifted his face up into the light. “Why the different bars?”
Despite Spencer’s energetic, goofy attitude, she was shockingly serious. Shockingly composed. She was poised to get what she needed from this asshole. The sooner she did, the sooner they could beat the shit out of him and dump him somewhere.
“You’ve been watching for a while, then.” Grant laughed, blood trickling from the corner of his smarmy face. Shaking his head, he just laughed.
Leo’s anger was growing hard to control. Grabbing his hair, Leo slammed Grant’s head back into the metal pillar that the chair was tied to.
“Fuck!” Grant yelped, his hands flinching against the zip ties as he tried to assess the damage with his fingers. Through rugged breaths, Grant relented. “Safer. Harder to spot a pattern.”
From behind me, Dom’s low voice growled from the darkness of the warehouse. “Not for us. Gonna have to be more creative.”
I couldn’t keep looking at this fucking monster. Moving farther, letting my face become fully illuminated by the blinding overhead light, I peered down at him. “How far in advance do you get your orders?”
Blinking through the blood and the intense headache I was sure that was pounding behind his forehead, Grant’s eyes went wide. “You? It’s really you?” A hollow laugh ripped through his chest, sounding wet like his lungs were filling with blood as we spoke.
Spencer launched forward, hand gripping Grant’s chin. “Who? Who do you think she is?”
“Bosses think there’s a payday for your head.” Grant snorted, getting a kick out of all of this.
Panic flowed through every cell of my being.
He knows me.
